Dragon Haiku: Storms of Old
This is a repost from Furaffiinty: Storms of Old Thunder crashing down Rushing wind and rain strike out Against tired earth Man talks of mighty Storms that shake the ground around Their tiny feeble feet Have they forgotten? The skies...
A Seldom Heard Knock
This story is a repost from Furaffinity: So this is something I've been wanting to do for a while now. As well as giving more information about my fursona, this story was a great way to work out some recent creative frustrations. It's not a long...
Distress Signal
The elderly dragon slammed his claws on the counter in a huff. He slowly looked up and into the eyes of the dragon tending the counter. Or, to be more accurate, he looked into the left eye of the dragon as the right eye was made of moving metal gears...
Occurrence At Freehorn
A dry heat settled over the dusty land of Freehorn. The town busy with the errands of the day's work to be done. The deputy sheriff looked out of the window in his office and admired the bustling of the townsfolk. He raised a paw to his forehead and...
A Lizard's Love For Lamps
"You can't do this sir! I need this apartment!", said the distressed leopard gecko. He was holding the piece of paper that was served to him a week ago that told him he would have to vacate the apartment immediately. It was crumpled in his clenched...
Atonement
In the corner of my eye, I could see it. Just lying on my periphery. A creature conjured up by my subconscious to make me feel guilty. A miniaturized lion with no fur on it save for the scruffy and unkempt mane that hung around its neck. The eyes a...
Ode to the Gay Bar I Was Too Chickenshit to Go To
Ode to the Gay Bar I Was Too Chickenshit to Go To I heard you closed recently I'd never been, but always told myself Someday I'll go and see what it's about Pandemic was given as cause As pronouncement of death One more thing the plague took from...
Writing is Magic
Magic is a tricky thing to define Like Love it defies one concrete explanation And I find that what Magic is to me changes day to day But I know for certain writing is magic Magic is often thought of as a conjuring Or sleight of hand But I...
Flash Fiction Contest Entry at FurtheMore2019
Title: Retirement The sound from the explosion was deafening. All around him OWO sector agent Brian, codenamed 043, could see the fortress breaking apart and falling into the cliffside sea below. This was hardly new to the experienced gazelle. He had...
You're My Guiding Star
Like a bolt 'cross the sky, my love comes to me. Saving my thorax one last time. There's no sound when his ship crackles into view on the failing screen. I can't help but to smile when I see the lights blinking on and off. A code only he and I know....